I sat in the living room. all I could ask my self was why. why did he have to be this way. why does the man who created me hate me, and his wife. I wanted happiness. My father was not providing me with that. I wanted a job, a boyfriend, actually a life. I was done with that hell I called a home.
As I thought of this tears were threatening to fall. I don't cry. Mom taught me never to cry. That when I broke. I felt shattered. I needed CJ so bad. Just to lay on his chest. Have him here. I closed my eyes and thought of him. I smiled. Then I fell into deep sleep and I dreamt of CJ.
